Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Prose -> Nine Dishui¡¤Corpse Investigation Series (7 volumes in total)

The Fifth Case: The Tragedy of Flames ¡¤ Fifty-eight

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    You can search for "Nine Drops of Water¡¤Corpse Investigation Department Series (7 volumes in total)" on Baidu to find the latest chapters!

    The Spring Festival has just passed and everything is calm.  The vendors opened their shop doors one after another, facing the morning glow and sunset, working hard for the new year.  No matter which city you are in, a large proportion of people go out for breakfast in the early morning, and our Yunxi City is no exception.

    ¡°The most popular breakfast in our Yunxi City is beef soup.  It is an intangible cultural heritage of our Yunxi City, and there is also a short story in it that is passed down orally by our Yunxi citizens.  It is said that during the Han Dynasty, Liu Dao, the royal chef of the Yunxi Palace, was so skilled in cooking that everyone in the Liu family called him "Old Liu Tou".  King Yunxi refined the elixir on Bagong Mountain, but the delicacies were already cold and tasteless when they were delivered to the mountain.  Old Liu Tou saw King Yun Xi eating cold meals to satisfy his hunger and becoming thinner day by day. After thinking hard, he finally came up with a plan.  Old Liu Tou led his servants to kill the cow and remove the bones, select more than ten kinds of nourishing herbs and marinades to make a mellow and delicious soup, and prepared beef, vermicelli and other side dishes to carry up the mountain together with the soup.  Because the oil noodle soup remained hot for a long time, King Yun Xi was full of praise after tasting it. From then on, the beef soup became the secret meal of the palace.  Later it flowed into the people and has been passed down to this day.

    Nowadays, beef soup has been improved by our Yunxi people for generations, and the content of the soup has become very rich. In addition to beef, each bowl of soup will also come with vermicelli, coriander, Qianzhi skin and bean cake (unique to our Yunxi City)  A kind of food, grinding soybeans and flour into a paste, and dotting the paste on a hot iron plate to make a round cake-shaped food). A bowl of beef soup every day has become indispensable in the lives of us Yunxi people.  part.

    Although beef soup is delicious, it must be paired with another staple food for breakfast to be considered perfect.  It is the fragrant "pot sticker steamed bun".  The method of making pot stickers and steamed buns is very particular. The fermented dough needs to be kneaded back and forth many times before use. Then a small amount of hot water is added to a large iron pot, and the kneaded dough is placed tightly around the edge of the pot. Use firewood under the pot.  Increase the heat and cook quickly. The steam in the pot will steam the surface of the buns, and the hot iron pot will bake the bottom of the buns until they are crispy and delicious.  After removing the steamed buns from the pot, the steam must be allowed to dry before being bagged, otherwise the scorched steamed bun base will lose its most essential taste.

    According to the customary way of eating beef soup, we will first eat all the beef, vermicelli, and thousands of skins in the beef soup, then break the pot stickers into small pieces and throw them into the soup, waiting for the steamed buns to absorb the nutritious meat.  Suck up all the soup, and then put the perfect combination of the two into your mouth. This is an indescribable deliciousness.  "One soup, two meals" reveals our simple Yunxi citizens' inseparable feelings towards food.

    People often say that those who are businessmen are treacherous.  But here, the vendors selling beef soup never make pot stickers and steamed buns. This seems to have become a tacit understanding between them, in order to leave an extra way for others to live. Every time I think of this, I feel a little confused.  moved.

    Here at our place, you can¡¯t eat overnight pot stickers and steamed buns. All the steamed buns that appear on our table at six o¡¯clock in the morning are carefully baked and cooked in the early morning of the same day. This is also the reason why pot stickers and steamed buns are so popular here.  reason.

    At two o¡¯clock in the evening, in a small farmyard in Fuquan Village, Yunxi City, a middle-aged couple was busy around a large iron pot.

    "Knead the dough quickly!" The woman was obviously impatient.

    "Oh!" The man walked up to the panel listlessly, picked up the dough and kneaded it irregularly in his hands.

    ¡°We have to deliver ten pots of steamed buns early in the morning, and it¡¯s almost too late, and you¡¯re still napping here!¡± the woman scolded the man anxiously.

    "Grandma, if Ma Houyue hadn't poured so much wine into me, how could I have been so tired?" The man vented his anger on others.

    "Don't stop pooping, you weirdo! You are not a good bird yourself, so you just drink when people ask you to drink? Why don't you go when people ask you to kill people and set fires?" The woman obviously knew her man very well, and she helped him.  Kneading the dough, he sneered.

    ¡°You ladies, you know nothing!¡± The man, under the influence of alcohol, cursed at the woman.

    "Hey, you donkey bear, who are you scolding?" The woman slammed the dough in her hand on the panel and pinched her waist and asked.

    The man may have not fully sobered up from the wine, but also had a little self-esteem in his bones. He shouted to the woman: "Damn it, I'm just talking about you. What's wrong? An old woman, gibbering all day long.  Yeah, you know shit, you know shit!¡±

    After hearing what he said, the woman pulled off the apron in her hand, sat down on the ground, took a good posture, and began to kick hard on the dirt in the yard with her legs, and then yelled: "I'll follow you for two seconds."  For more than ten years, you have been treating me like this. All the women in the family are wearing gold and silver. Have you and I ever enjoyed a day of happiness? I get up early every day and work till late at night making pot stickers and steamed buns, which makes me look gray.You're so stupid, you still scold me, I can't live this life!  "

    The man seemed to wake up a lot when the woman shouted like this. He wanted to step forward to help him, but he still couldn't lose his face.

    "It's impossible to live this life It's impossible to live this life" The woman repeated this sentence back and forth, but her face said "it's thundering but not raining".

    "Alas!" The man sighed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, squatted under the wall and smoked a cigarette.

    "I tell you, I will go back to my parents' house tomorrow. I can't live this life I can't live this life" The woman is actually moaning for no reason, just to see if the man can give her a step down.

    The man was also a solid person, smoking cigarettes one after another.

    "I can't live this life" The woman's shouting became smaller and smaller, but there were more and more cigarette butts in front of the man.

    "Huh? What does this smell like?" The woman sniffed hard.

    The man pressed the cigarette in his mouth firmly to the ground, observing the woman's every move through the dim light.

    "Have you smelled it? What is this smell?" The woman stood up from the ground and patted the dirt on her body. The unpleasantness she had just had with the man was completely forgotten in an instant.

    The man seemed to smell something strange at this time: "Isn't this the smell of burning?"

    "Momo!" The woman's first reaction was to run towards the big iron pot she used to make a living.

    "What are you running around for? Our pot is not on fire at all!" the man said with a grin.

    "Where did that smell of smoke come from? It's so choking!" At this time, under the weak light bulb in the yard, a thick layer of smoke was clearly visible floating in the air.

    ¡°There¡¯s a fire in our house?¡± The man raised his feet and ran to his woodshed.

    "I'm right next to the woodshed. I don't know if there's a fire or not?" The woman said, covering her nose with her hand, possibly because the smoke concentration was getting higher and higher.

    "Where did the smoke come from?" The man searched carefully around the yard and found nothing strange.

    At this moment, the woman¡¯s eyes widened, her mouth opened and she raised her hand to point in the direction of the door.

    "What are you doing? What did you see?" The man followed the woman's gaze curiously, and through the two-finger-wide crack in the door, a firelight reflected on their pupils.

    "Fire!" they both shouted in unison.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report